Blonde Ambition - Table Eighteen

[RAYCHEL MAE ENTWHISTLE]

The blonde hair girl was excited; who didn’t love balls especially masquerade balls. Oh what fun it should be, she thought as she fluffed up her hair even more. She hadn’t down much to it, simply tied it up and made it look like a sexy mess. Now all she hoped was that she was paired up with a guy. He black dress was simple, along with the black and silver mask she had. Over all she thought she looked good. She ran her hands over her dress once more, removing any wrinkles before she slipped her feet into some silver heels. She grabbed her wand before heading out of the prefect's bathroom, stashed her stuff back up in her dorm without anyone looking before making her way down to the ball finally.

Table eighteen was all the note had said when it arrived. No hint on who her partner was going to be or if she even got on with them, not even a house or year was given. For all she knew she'd end up with Jaycen, it would be just her luck that they'd be paired up. Although after their conversation in the prefects bathroom, things were looking up.

She entered the ball and smiled as she saw others. She had no idea who was under the masks but she felt like she ought to be polite anyways. Her table was near the middle and so she quickly made her way to it, wondering if her partner was there yet. To her disappointment, her partner hadn’t turned up yet. Taking a seat, she had a decent view of the doors, whoever her partner was wouldn’t keep her waiting too much longer she hoped.

Outfit here

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

These sorts of things weren’t what Maharet enjoyed, however, as a Prefect; it seemed sort of mandatory to keep up appearances. Where others might have found comfort in hiding behind a visible mask it unsettled her. She pretended to be someone that she wasn’t on a daily basis, but having something tangible that people could see; knowing that people were viewing her and judging behind the mask was nerve racking. Standing in front of the mirror in her dorm room Maggie took a deep breath looking over her image with scrutiny. She had opted for a quiet elegance to her attire, nothing too flashy as she felt there was enough about her to already make her stand out from a crowd. Her dress was simple, white, with a sliming cut- Maggie felt that it had an Aphrodite design to it, which was appropriate considering she thought herself some what of a goddess. Her mask had been hand crochet and fit perfectly to her face to sit comfortably there. Unlike some of the other masks that Maharet had seen, hers wasn’t made of some hard plastic or metal, but a soft fabric with lace embroidered flower designs on it. The last thing that she took note of was her hair, which had been left down so the her golden locks cascaded down in back in gentle waves, a carnation, the colour of crimson, was pinioned on the right side to adorn the edge of her mask and keep her hair pinned back slightly. All-in-all Maggie was satisfied with her appearance, now if only she could get that horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach to go away.

As she slowly made her way from the common room, through the corridors, her mind raced with the possibilities of who she would be paired with. Maharet was a bit of a control freak and this whole thing left little to her favour. Years of self-control though kept Maggie from freaking out externally. Outwardly, she seemed calm, an air of indifference surrounding her as her head was held high and her hips swung from side to side with feigned confidence. What did she have to be worried about really though? She was an excellent liar, despite the truth being so much more fun to tell, and tonight should be no different. If anything the mask that she wore should help her, not harm her. Her expressions wouldn’t have to be as guarded, but that was the problem too wasn’t it? The other person wouldn’t be easily read as most of their face was obscured.

Maharet was beginning to have second thoughts about even showing up when she finally reached the entrance to the Great Hall. Pausing just outside Maggie took a moment to steel herself. The thoughts she was having were weak and inappropriate, completely unlike her in fact. She pushed them away not wanting to revisit them ever again and put one determined foot in front of the other to look for her table. Eighteen was it? And there, already seated was her partner for the night. There was subtle familiarity, but only that of a subconscious level. Letting a smile slip onto her lips Maggie slid into her seat putting up that sweetheart façade of hers. “Hi!” She greeted brightly deciding that it was best to start off with an innocent sense of wonderment. “Everything is so gorgeous, isn’t it?”

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